The things we don't talk about anymore
Are always harder to ignore
We can pretend it's all okay
But I won't know what's on my mind this time, this time.
This time
Last time I saw you
Almost didn't recognize you
Cut your hair and I grew mine
Think about you all the time

If you could just make up your mind
We would save a lot of time
Trying to find someone else to take the blame
Maybe I'm just going insane